From the back: Emma is twelve, a perfectly normal girl in a perfectly normal home. With a perfectly normal father … who comes into her bedroom every night in the hours before dawn. Emma will do anything to escape. From the visits. From the bodies. From the breathing. Even go walking on the ceiling, which is where Emma meets Ginny, the sister who died before she was born. Ginny who knows things. Ginny who can fly …
From the book: “I recognized her right away. I probably would have recognized her even if her picture hadn’t been hanging all over the house, because she’d inherited our parents’ best features, the ones I’d always wanted: Mom’s blue eyes and flowing auburn hair, my father’s roman nose and firm chin. I’d gotten the leftovers: Mom’s gap teeth and propensity to freckle at the slightest hint of sunlight, my father’s frizzy brown curls and big ears. My tendency to fat must have been a recessive trait from several generations back, because neither of my parents was about to claim it.”
From the book: “I recognized her right away. I probably would have recognized her even if her picture hadn’t been hanging all over the house, because she’d inherited our parents’ best features, the ones I’d always wanted: Mom’s blue eyes and flowing auburn hair, my father’s roman nose and firm chin. I’d gotten the leftovers: Mom’s gap teeth and propensity to freckle at the slightest hint of sunlight, my father’s frizzy brown curls and big ears. My tendency to fat must have been a recessive trait from several generations back, because neither of my parents was about to claim it.”